Daily Jog Never to Forget

Chelsea loved the summer, her favorite part about summer was going for jogs through the wooded areas on the outskirts of her town. The city recently paved a bike/jog path there, so people could avoid the dirt. The day was warm, and Chelsea chose the cooler late afternoon to take her jog. She started at the beginning of the path, and made her way along it's winding, twisting curves. She looked very seductive in her tight blank spandex pants that outlined not only her perfectly toned legs and butt, but the puffy lips of her pussy. Chelsea, being very picky about her looks chose never to wear panties with her pants, cause she hated the panty lines. However, she loved the sport bras, how they pressed against her gorgeous C-cup breasts that ached to be free of the stiff cloth and bounced as she jogged.

Chelsea had an older sister who, when she was 20 was sexually assaulted, but managed to escape before getting raped. This event was always in Chelsea's mind when she jogged alone, who knows who could be lurking in the woods?

That question was answered for Chelsea on this particular Tuesday late-afternoon. On the side of the path there was an abandoned cement storage shack. Chelsea always passed it quickly, it creeped her out how the door was missing all that one could see inside was pitch black darkness. The path that day seemed very quiet and empty, no passing joggers or rude bikers. But like any other day, she passed the cement shack quickly, this time though, it was not flawless.

Chelsea jogged on, her breasts ached from the bouncing, and her pussy seemed more damp than usual. She took a break standing in the shade of a tree, and lightly touched herself, 'yep' she thought, must be getting close to that time of the month. She stuck a finger into the bottom of her wet sports bra and ran it along under her breast. At that moment she heard a rustling in the bushes, not the kind the wind could create, but something else. Usually, Chelsea would have jogged on ignoring it, but this time she heard a murmur, and then another, and the faint sounds eventually led her back to the cement shack. 'Ok' Chelsea thought, 'there's probably nothing in there, it's best I look though, someone could be hurt.' Chelsea leaned in and adjusted her eyes to the darkness, and then like a bad nightmare and dirty, greasy hand grabbed her smooth tan arm and dragged her into the shack. Chelsea still hadn't adjusted her eyes when she heard a large slamming noise and the light filled doorway turned dark.

'It's an honor to finally have you join me in my humble home,' a hoarse voice joked from the darkness. Chelsea heard the strike of a match and the light from a bright oil lamp filled the room with a yellow glow. Chelsea turned to face her capturer, he had a bristly black beard, his eyes were bloodshot, his breath smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. She cringed at the site. Chelsea, terrified, worked up the courage to quietly speak the words "Who..are you?" The man grinned and flashed a yellow toothed smile "My name is James, but you my fine creature may call me Jim." Chelsea, glanced down, Jim had gained a huge bulge in his worn, tired pants. She knew what was next.

Jim took a step forward, he took Chelsea's breasts in both hands and gently squeezed. He began kissing her, his mouth tasted awful to Chelsea. He released one of Chelsea's breasts and moved his hand down to the damp spot forming between Chelsea's spandex clad legs. She shivered. 'Why are you doing this?' she cried. 'Simple my sweet, I've seen many women jog by here, but none of them seemed fit to bear my child.' Chelsea gasped as Jim pinched her clit through the fabric. 'You have such perfect breasts for suckling,' he bit lightly on her right breast, 'and such nice hips for birth,' he said as he grasped Chelsea's toned ass with his grimy hand. Chelsea frantically searched her mind for a way out of this man's weird plan, 'But Jim,' she forced herself to smile brightly, 'how do you know now is the right time for me to conceive a child with you?' Jim flashed her that cheap grin again, he then whispered, 'I've been watching you from the woods alongside the path, picking up on all your clues, tracking them.' Chelsea didn't understand, Jim continued..'I'd wait for you alongside the path, and wait for clues as to how you were progressing in your womanly cycle, ohh and I must admit, it was much easier than I imagined, there's a few clues, that stand out in my mind.' Chelsea was disgusted, but she wanted to postpone this 'thing' from raping her as long as possible..'what clues were those?' she forced herself to say. 'Simple,' Jim removed his grin, 'for example, once you stopped on the bridge and reached up under your bra and massaged your breasts, now I was just guessing at the time, but I figured they we're getting tender because your period was coming, another time, as you jogged by, I caught a scent of your hot damp pussy, and could tell from it's intensity that you were soon due for another cycle, but at last you gave me the greatest clue of all, when you stepped off the path into the woods removed your tight, constraining pants and pissed right there in the woods.' He bit her neck, 'I could've loaded my pants right then and there watching you relieve yourself.' Chelsea became more aware of the bulge in Jim's pants for now it was pressing against her. Jim continued with this rambling, 'Well, after you had finished and continued jogging, I went over and inspected your urine, and estimated when you were fertile, and had a nice chart of your cycles created, but then I realized I couldn't let something like your piss go to waste, so I sat down near it, removed my throbbing dick and balls from my pants, gently rested my balls in the wet spot your pussy had created and had the greatest jack-off session ever.' Chelsea was going to be sick, but her thoughts were interrupted as Jim tore the sports bra off and allowed her breasts to spill forth. He cupped her breasts then ran his hands down her body and tore off her pants. There Chelsea stood naked, her smooth skin smudged with this man's filth. Jim kneeled before Chelsea, and poked a filthy finger into her smooth slick pink pussy. He then leaned forward and licked it, and was soon licking it feverishly, he licked all the way from her clenched anus to her sopping wet bush. Chelsea, though fearing for her life, involuntarily spread her legs to allow him easier access to her pulsating pussy. Jim, with his tongue deep in Chelsea, looked up at her as she rubbed her nipples and moaned. Jim then stood up, and Chelsea was brought back to reality. He gripped her hips tight and spun her around, he then forcefully spread her thighs apart. Chelsea could hear him undo his pants, and she felt his member brush against her ass. She could feel him reach down and position his dick, at first she thought, 'he's going to ass rape me,' but no Jim continued to position so that the head of his dick was pressing against Chelsea's wet pussy. Before Chelsea could have to time to realize what Jim was planning, he rammed his meat into Chelsea's tender pussy. She could feel his balls slapping against her gentle skin as she braced herself against the wall. Jim eased his pace and spoke, 'Chelsea my darling, touch my dick, feel it's wetness, that's from you, and your pussy wanting me in it. Or better yet, take notice of how your cunt is gripping my dick." Chelsea did notice these things, she wished they weren't there but they were. Jim grasped Chelsea around the waist tightly and pulled her from the wall, he spoke again, 'I want you to touch yourself, feel where my meat is entering you and violating you." Chelsea didn't want to, but she obeyed, she reached down and felt her lips spread wide allowing entry for Jim, her clit was rock hard and the wetness from her cunt was running down her legs and all over Jim's balls. Jim slapped her ass so hard that her eyes watered, and he felt his hot breath on her neck. Next Jim slowed his pace even more and gave Chelsea a few good slams and then exploded in her, gripping her breasts like cushioned handles. Chelsea could feel his hot cum shoot deep within her, hitting her fertile egg, just like Jim wanted, and all this made her cum just as hard, and it splashed down her legs and Jim's. Chelsea collapsed against the wall. Jim withdrew from her, and she could feel her pussy almost sigh out of relief that it was able to return to its normal state. Chelsea put her clothing back on..and Jim, like nothing had ever happened removed the door allowing Chelsea access to the world again.

Chelsea drove home, her body ached, especially her pussy throbbing from the previous event, she couldn't believe what had happened, she was so tired when she returned home that she removed her cum soaked jogging clothes, postponed her shower, and laid spread eagle on her bed, Albert the Saint Bernard would take care of cleaning her pussy this time.